I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin   Mad chicks be jockin' when the g starr's talking   And that's because my word is bond   I get much fan mail and I always respond   So tell your hon to write me too   Make sure she puts attention mr. guru   Brothers know the flow is unique   I got 100 wild styles in my black valise   Mc's wanna be me so they keep askin   For me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast   And others wanna act as if they're better   But they only got one style which ain't all that clever   I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel   I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal   A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts   I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught   When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine   You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines   So suckers realize that the size is too large   When I come through I'm pullin' whole crews cards   I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip   Mc's who front: imma' gonna burst your shit      I wonder do you love it enough   I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff   I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me   Guru the man yes with all the   J-a-z-z-y type essence, street type lessons manifesting   The one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant   Never forgettin' that to myself I'm true   Do what you want to but watch yourself though "duke"   I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing   Try to pull yours out when nothing comes out   Then you'll see why you can't compete with me   The notorious guru of the gang you see   Starr stands for power like I said before   I'm like the doctors cure slicker than roger moore   I slide up to a crab mc like this   Tap 'em in the head with my mic like this   I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish   And I insist that if you persist   Then you get creamed, 'cause imma' get real steamed   So don't you try to flex and try to look all mean   Heyo check it that's dead that's it   'cause all you phony ass rappers imma' bust your shit      Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash   A lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker   Step off unless you wanna get torn up   Your raps worn out burned out fucked up   You locked up or maybe you locked out   'cause at the battle last time you snuck out   But now I'm rolling over you full blast   I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last   Mc's telling lies and poppin' all those myths   Keep on fakin' moves and imma'...